"I will sell this house today, I will sell this house today"

I had a strange weekend at the farm. My planner was booked solid. My son came this weekend for a visit. We had a dinner party and I had 2 showings for the farm. On Friday I picked him up and we went and got pizza. While we were there I got a call from my realtor that there were two people that wanted to come see the place. One showing was scheduled for Saturday night and the other was Sunday morning; so the quiet weekend that I had planned with my son was shot.

On Saturday afternoon we went to Long John Silvers and he learned that he actually liked malt vinegar. (Only on his hushpuppies though) We had a nice time talking and went to the store to get some supplies for dinner on Sunday afternoon. I always learn something from him. I now know that he hates coconut. After the shopping and eating was done I dropped him off at Papaws and Mammaws house to spend the night. He was excited because the have a hot tub and he loves to swim in it.

The showing on Saturday night was a bust. I hate people that come to see an historic farm and have the personality of cardboard. The most excitement I could get out of her was “now does any of the furniture come with this? How about this piano?” (She was flatly turned down) My realtor and I were talking and everyone wants to know why we are selling the house. I finally told her to tell them that my “partner” (God I hate that word) was in the Army and that we needed to downsize. When she told them there was no reaction. I’m not sure what I expected. Some violent patriotic fervor? Maybe some “gee I’ll buy this house – that can be my part of the war effort.” Maybe, “honey get the flags out.”

Sunday morning came and the rain had stopped. There was probably the most beautiful morning I’ve seen in months. The sky was that brilliant blue and the birds were singing and there was clarity to the light that seems to happen once every 6 years. My next showing came and I decided that I was going to be a cheerleader for the house. I was sick of these people bringing me down with their lack of enthusiasm. I was here to inspire and energize not get shit on. My new prospect was so into it she spent 2 hours looking at everything going though everything. She was asking all the right questions, saying all the right things. They want to open a quilters retreat so this would be perfect. The guest cottage would be her new shop. I really have a good feeling about her. I would love for her to get the place. She really gets it.

We had dinner with my parents, my brother and his boyfriend, my 2 lesbians that live in the guest house now and my son. My 2 super model lesbians are beautiful. I love that they are not really into plaid and love to play dress up. One is beautiful in that tiny waist, large breast, pouty lips kind of way and the other is beautiful in the sexy boyish way. (My son thought she was a boy – he’s only 7) My dad loves the large breasted one the best. I told him that eating dinner with her was his father’s day present. (I have a sick sense of humor) My brother and his boyfriend hung out in the bathroom while everyone ate. I’m not sure why, but no one questioned where they were. He says that the boyfriend was sick. Anyway, dinner was nice and it was nice to actually have people to talk to. While I was cleaning it all up, my ex-wife called to let me know she fractured her ankle at Kohl’s. Evidently a 500lbs woman in a wheel chair ran over her and knocked her flat out. I felt that the Kohl’s part was pretty funny – she didn’t.

So my son was spending another night at my house. Now, I don’t mind this at all. I love him being there, but he lives over 2 hours away and had to be at school at 8am. This year he has a perfect attendance and only 5 days to go. I didn’t want to screw that up for him. I got up at 4:30 and got him up at 5:30. We were doing great on time; so much so that we stopped at McDonalds for breakfast. I had that new “southern chicken biscuit” it was damn good. I then drove an hour back to work and then worked 10 hours. Finally at about 9pm I made it home and passed out. I was so tired I forgot to put the dog up and set the alarm.

I never knew that at this point in my life that a simple weekend would be so hard. It’s at times like this that I really miss having my soldier around. Not just to help out, but to lean on when I need it. I’ve never had to rush so much to get so much done before. I understand why people fall in love and live together. It’s so that they don’t die early from exhaustion. I wonder if there are studies to back this up. If not, they should do some.